The little boy glanced at the little girl.
"Didn't you take off your necklace and leave it on the table?"
The little boy shook his head and sighed at the little girl's forgetfulness.
"You..."
"What kind of memory is that?"
"I even have to help you remember..."
Huh?
The little girl froze.
Then she gave an uncertain, awkward smile.
"Is, is that right?"
She tilted her head and tried hard to remember.
It seemed... maybe that was right?
She couldn't quite remember.
"That's right."
The little boy gave the little girl a slight glare.
"I remember it perfectly."
"Oh."
The little girl touched her bare neck and nodded obediently.
Of course her brother was right.
The little boy looked at the old woman.
"Grandma."
"Look."
"This is a big family photo."
"It has me and my sister in it."
"And Mom and Dad."
"And you and Grandpa."
"It's our whole family."
The old woman's fingers gently stroked the photograph, which looked like a happy family portrait.
Everyone in it was smiling.
"This is... me?"
Her finger stopped on the face of one of the women—the only elderly woman in the picture.
"Yeah."
The little girl nodded.
"Grandma, that's you."
"Grandma, don't you recognize yourself?"
The little boy blurted out.
"I..."
The old woman was at a loss for words.
Did she... not remember herself?
"Grandma?"
The two children leaned closer to the old woman, their eyes wide.
The old woman instinctively took another small step back.
A trace of confusion appeared in her eyes.
"Grandma."
The little girl reached out and grabbed the old woman's clothes.
"Let's go ho—"
The little girl's voice abruptly cut off.
She saw the streetlamp above them.
And the crisscrossing branches, which looked especially eerie